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Chapter 318 Surprised by farts

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    The fat man who yelled and threw him to the high command was dragged away by Boswell.

    Fatty feels very depressed about his romantic character and free qualities being strangled in front of beautiful women.

    "What's the matter? What's the matter?" The fat man was pressed on the seat of the flying car by Boswell, and he looked around and poked his head hard: "I said, old man, what are you pulling me for?"

    Not far away, a curvaceous young confidential secretary stood there at a loss, staring at the struggling fat man with an expression of disbelief.

    Boswell got into the flying car.  Take off the deformed fat face pasted on the window of the flying car.  The flying car shook twice, and drove away in a hurry.

    "He is" The beautiful face of the young confidential secretary was almost broken: "Federal hero Tian Xingjian?"

    A few officers of the high command who were standing nearby talked about other things and dispersed one after another.

    They really couldn't answer this question from a woman.  Heroes of the Federation I want to cry when I say it, the dream of a hero is fucking shattered!

    The flying car rushed out of the base like a panicked rabbit.

    "Really" Fatty's face was pressed against the rear window again, complaining: "What a romantic encounter, you ruined it."

    Boswell's face was ashen, he really wanted to kick this fat man out.  Such a low-level behavior can be called a romantic encounter by him!

    "I said" The fat man slid down from the car window, sat on the chair and asked, "Old man, where are we going? When did you have a laboratory in the capital?"

    "The First Military Academy of the Capital." Boswell said: "As early as a year ago, when the situation was tense, the Garypalan Military Academy successively moved several departments and most of the important laboratories to the capital. Borrowing  It is the place of the First Military Academy."

    "Then why didn't Milan follow?" Fatty asked casually looking at the city outside the window.

    "The school still has a cooperation project with the military in Garypalan." Boswell leaned his head on the back of the chair, half-closed his eyes and said, "If it wasn't for the new jumping technology, I would still be in Garypalan.  Don't worry, after a while, Milan will also come to Chakna. She is the second batch of project cooperators."

    The fat man almost cried out.  What kind of heart is this put on?  Thinking of Milan's magic weapon, the shell gun, the fat man was terrified.  He found that he should exercise more, otherwise, he might be blown away by Milan whenever he whistled at a beautiful woman.

    The flying car glides on the road like water.  The muffled sound of the engine was barely audible, and the interior of the car was eerily quiet.  After leaving the closed road outside the base, the steering wheel of the automatic driving system turned slightly, and the car turned onto a majestic overpass. After a few minutes, it reached the edge of the capital city.  The further you go, the more prosperous the window looks.

    Fatty is very familiar with this city where he has lived for more than 20 years.  Yingbin Avenue, Kaixuan Avenue, Luoyehu Road, Liberty City Park, along the way, I don't know how many memories it has aroused.

    Primary school, middle school, university.  How a cowardly little boy who lost his parents turned into an obscene fat man commonly known as Goubuli under the rejection of his peers is like yesterday.

    A huge recruiting poster passed by.  The fat man jumped up in surprise, turned around and leaned against the window, pointed out the window and shouted: "I! I!"

    Boswell had already seen the strange thing, with a dull face, ignoring the ecstatic fat man.

    The poster quickly disappeared at the corner of the street after a glimpse, and the fat man didn't get a response from Boswell, so he asked a little unconfidently: "Did I read it wrong?"

    Another poster passed by the window, this is the central city of the capital, the most prosperous area.  The fat man widened his eyes, looked at himself on the poster and smiled silly at himself.

    "I, I!" Fatty's hands were shaking!

    The posters quickly retreated outside the window, one after another, and on every lamppost on both sides of this bustling street, the same conscription posters were hung.  At a glance, there are endless rows and columns.

    Fatty was so excited that he was stupid!

    "Stop! Stop!" He pressed his face against the glass, squeezed into a strange shape, and stretched out his hand to pull Boswell's clothes back and forth.

    "What car to park?" Boswell knew that fat people should not appear in public.  Otherwise, how could the high command bring him back with his head covered.  Immediately refused: "Isn't it just using your photo as a poster for the recruitment advertisement, look at your worthless appearance."

    Fatty scratched his ears and cheeks,Asked in surprise: "Why would you use my photo? Well, even if there are not many people in the Federation who are more handsome than me, you can still find one or two, right?"

    "Bah!" Boswell laughed back angrily: "I don't know how many people are more handsome than you, and the Federation can't find a few people who are more shameless than you?"

    "You mean" The fat man couldn't help being even more hilarious: "I'm the most shameless one?"

    Unable to communicate, Boswell turned his head and issued a voice command to the autopilot system: "Drive faster!"

    The fat man looked out of the window happily, feeling relieved.

    The flying car continued to move forward. Outside the car window, a beautiful young woman passed by a fence with a poster. She suddenly turned her head and saw the honest and honest fat man on the poster, and couldn't help smiling.

    A few young and beautiful girls walked across the road arm in arm, laughing and laughing, and walked onto the bus stop.  One of the girls grabbed her companion's hand, pointed at the fat man in the conscription poster on the platform, and chirped, she didn't know what she said, causing her companion to blush and tickle her.

    The fat man couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Boswell's neck, and shouted: "Stop! Stop quickly!"

    The fat man is not allowed to be exposed to the public for the time being, but the high command specially explained that Boswell was swayed back and forth by the fat man, but he did not order to stop.

    The fat man was itchy, so he took out the little boy in a hurry, and stuffed it into Boswell's hand: "Do you know what this thing is? I'll tell you when you stop."

    Boswell rolled his eyes, threw the metal ball in his hand onto the seat and said, "Isn't it just a spherical robot, with such a rough craftsmanship, you can buy one for a few hundred dollars on the market. Nowadays, elementary school students raise electronic robots."  Pets are more advanced than this!"

    Following a few soft zizz sounds, the metal ball cracked a few holes, and the little brat's limbs flipped out of the holes.  As soon as the round head was exposed, he yelled: "You are not dead! You are a fucking electronic pet! A few hundred yuan each, you buy me and try!"

    Boswell was taken aback, staring at the spherical robot jumping up and down in front of him, dumbfounded.

    "Hurry up!" The fat man pulled the little kid around a few times with his hands, and pointed at the driver's seat: "Bitch, take over this car, stop it for me!"

    The little boy was still puzzled, and spat at Boswell again, and then he muttered unhappily, and climbed to the bridge.

    How could Boswell fail to see such anthropomorphic movements.  The old man was suddenly excited, grabbed the fat man's neck, his eyes glowed: "What is this, how anthropomorphic is this robot?"

    Anthropomorphism is an indicator of artificial intelligence research on machine intelligence. It was originally a professional term in artificial intelligence research.  Later, it became a general term for service robot manufacturers and toy manufacturers when measuring products.

    The higher the degree of anthropomorphism, the more expensive the product will be.  Now, the anthropomorphic degree of the robot has reached 50%, but after all, this is only a simulation, not the creation of new life.  Those realistic electronic robots can only interact with humans within a limited range, and any emotion is just a superficial anthropomorphic program for them.

    And as soon as the kid appeared on the stage, he stunned Boswell, who had been dealing with robots all day long and had been immersed in the field of artificial intelligence all his life.

    It is absolutely impossible for a modern robot to respond so excitedly to the ridicule of others so quickly without the master's order.  Especially at the end, after the fat man gave the order, the sip of the ball that was still unfinished, in Boswell's view, was nothing short of a miracle!

    This behavior of disregarding orders and performing irrelevant actions, although it only lasts for a second, has completely subverted the robot code!

    "Anthropomorphism?" The fat man pushed Boswell's hand away contemptuously, and said with a stinky face: "A dog is driving a motorcycle, and he doesn't understand science. Listen clearly, this is an artificial intelligence with a completely independent personality!"

    "Humanartificial intelligence." Boswell was stunned as if struck by lightning: "Completely independent personality." He grabbed the fat man crazily: "You lied to me, how is this possible?"

    The fat man snorted: "I thought of the laboratory to give you a surprise. Who told you not to stop, there is no way, I have to let my ass do it myself."

    "Ass, ass." The artificial intelligence that suddenly appeared had a too strong impact on Old Boswell.  He muttered in his mouth, staring at the spherical robot that climbed up the bridge and put its manipulator into the data interface in a daze

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